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"I miss you, I'm here!"

Nangong Thirteen took Wen Baiyu to sit down on Meng Po's recliner, he lay on the chair, Wen Baiyu's black cloak wrapped himself in airtight, and sat on the armrest, Nangong Thirteen crossed his legs, pillowed one hand behind his head, and held Wen Baiyu steady with the other, lest he fall down without the armrest of the chair.

Meng Po rolled her eyes, ignoring Nangong Thirteen at all, and all her attention was on Wen Baiyu.

"Who did you bring here? You should know the rules of the underworld best, and if someone finds out, it will be difficult to deal with. ”

Meng Po's eyesight naturally saw at a glance that Wen Baiyu was a living person.

Nangong Thirteen: "You don't care about this, as long as you don't, no one will find out." ”

Seeing that Nangong Thirteen was like this, Meng Po didn't ask anything more.

"So, what are you here for? Don't come to see me, I don't believe it, the whole underworld, this should be your least favorite place. Meng Po sat diagonally on the handrail on the other side of Nangong Thirteen, her eyes fell on the silent Santu River not far away, and what came to her mind was the picture of a figure rising from the river many years ago.

Ignoring the countless ghosts and stalking, he walked ashore step by step.

Meng Po will never forget this picture.

Nangong Thirteen handed the guitar to Meng Po next to him: "I'm here to send him to reincarnate, I'm here to find you to join the line, he has stayed in the mortal realm for too long, and his soul power is now very weak. ”

"Who? The ability is so big, can you personally send it over to cut the line? Meng Po reached out and took the guitar, one palm attached to it, and a white light rose from the palm.

Nangong Thirteen smiled: "I sent him to join the queue for the sake of my apprentice's face, otherwise, where would there be such a good thing." ”

Under the black cloak, Wen Baiyu pursed her lips, and rarely did not open her mouth to refute.

Meng Po twisted her eyebrows: "Your apprentice? When did you take in the apprentices? ”

"It didn't take long to receive it."

Meng Po was curious: "Who?" Such good luck; ”

Nangong Thirteen is a person whose strength is unfathomable, although he ranks last among the pursuers in the underworld, no one dares to look at him.

This man is a man who is crazy and dares to single-handedly take on all the evil spirits of hell.

What his strength is, no one knows.

The corners of Nangong Thirteen's lips rose, and he was in a good mood: "Far away, close in front of you." ”

Meng Po looked left and right, and finally landed on Wen Baiyu's body, the expression on her face was a little incredulous: "It can't be him, right?" ”

A mortal? Nangong Thirteen actually accepted a mortal as an apprentice?

"Hurry up and do your thing! Give him a good tire! Don't let your soul go away in a moment! Nangong Thirteen urged.

"Got it! What to urge?! Meng Po reluctantly got up and complained as she walked, "Do you know how to respect the old and love the young?!" Really! I haven't seen you for so long, and it's really getting more and more unruly! ”

Although Meng Po complained about this, she didn't really care about it in her heart.

While picking up a bowl of Meng Po soup, he poured it on the white flame in his palm, and the flame did not go out, but sucked all the soup away.

After doing this, Meng Po took Wu Chongnian's soul fire and walked towards Nai He Bridge.

Wu Chongnian's soul is weak, he can no longer maintain his human form, he can't communicate with the outside world, and he can only maintain the most basic state.

It was impossible to cross the bridge by himself, only Meng Po sent him over.

Sending the souls of the dead across the Nai He Bridge and coming back safely, so far, only Meng Po.

Therefore, Meng Po is a special existence in the underworld, an irreplaceable existence.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^